We were hunting capital ships. Not super carriers, thank the lord, but battle cruisers and regular carriers. We had been given word that a planet had detected some fishy shit, and the brass wanted to find out, and quite possibly kill whatever stuck its neck out.

  Of course, our odds of survival were... sub par if actual contact was made, but if we could kill some proper capital ships before we went down... that would slow their advance quite well, for a time. And if we could hunt some support ships too? Even better for the sector.

  Our fleet consisted of A Marathon Class Heavy Cruiser, A Halcyon Class Light Cruiser, two Halberd Class Light Destroyers, our Diligence Class Destroyer, 2 Stalwart Class Frigates, and 8 Paris class Heavy Frigates.

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  That was a lot of Mac's and even more coil guns. The order of battle was set though. And our part was that of the ambusher. If all went well, the Halberds would drag hostiles to us, so we could chew them apart.

  We weren't as fast as the destroyers though. We were about the same as the frigates, but that ment we had to jump out and gun down ships before running as fast as possible. Problem was, we maneuvered like a heavily armed brick. So, we had our work cut out for us.

  Our fleet began grouping up. We sat behind the Halcyon, as the runner up ship in terms of tonnage. Next were the Halberds, then the Paris's. The Stalwarts were last up, and slowly, we began moving.

  Eventually, we arived at the slip point, and final checks were made. The all clear was given, and the Marathon made the jump, and the Halcyon followed. The Spiteful Rebuke joined in a few seconds later, and the world was swallowed by a blue and black portal. We maneuvered in, and the portal shit behind us.

  The last of the bridge crew, me included, headed off to cryo. It was time for the cold sleep, before the fire woke us up.